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I wondered how much longer I had until a spike shot through my back. There was no warning, no indication. It just happened, and that was it. I had a mental flash of rolling wheels, and the sound of a baying oxen as hoofs trampled. I was not ready to experience anything like that again. “Gloria would have saved me right after she was done breaking the last of my bones,” big cock Willowbud said, “I sent a lot of her blood-children into the dirt. I mean a lot, and not in nice ways. Stakes through the palms and left to burn in the sun was my favorite method, but Hacksaw and Gronk had their ways as bareback well.” “And you expect me to join your gang after all this?!” Tera cried, “To torture and kill?!” “No, skinny no, no!” Willowbud laughed, shaking her head, “I’m done with the gangster business. I turned that page of my life just now,” she gestured to Gloria, “my last enemy dead. No, I’m in the entertainment business now; a much seedier, more cutthroat business than drug dealing and whores ever were. I don’t need thugs and brutes anymore; I need stone-cold-killers and foxy broads. You happen to fulfill both those needs.” “You’re insane,” Tera gasped, her eyes trembling, “you’re a god, a being of immeasurable power, and you want to be a show producer? ” “Fight promoter, actually,” Willowbud grinned, “and I never made any claims on sanity.” She turned to me and gave me another wink, “But you know all about that, don’t you, Justina-slash-Angela? I gotta know; when exactly did you go so crazy that your brain split right in half?” Angela’s a dead girl, and the Life Giver is in that house, and could you please fuck me, and- “When I was ten,” I said before Justina could blurt out the truth, “my best friend got run over by an Fucking oxen cart, and now she lives in my head.” “Then you used an astral enchantment to change the eye color,” Willowbud smiled, almost endearingly, “and viola; Angela lives.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to sound as nuts as possible, “that’s just my natural eye color.” “Your shaved clairvoyant, aren’t you?” Willowbud said, looking closely at me, “You can see astral beings as clear as day, even melded ones.” “Yes.” I said as Justina screamed the truth in my head. Willowbud leaned forward, took my hand in hers and brought the hand to her mouth. I half-expected her to bite my fingers off, but instead, she kissed it with love and reverence, which was somehow worse. “You’re as broken as me, Cousin,” she whispered, her black eyes gleaming behind almost-affectionate irises, “cursed with gifts you didn’t ask for, forced into hiding from a world that hates you. You’re not in Towerhead anymore; no one’s going to hurt you with me around.” “Willowbud,” Tera said, her voice ragged, “please, release my daughter. As hilarious as it was to see her bare ass sticking big cock out with her tail standing like a lightning rod, I had to pull her away to spare whatever poor creature she was bothering. And when the branch of my cock moved up into her womb, the usual egg appeared with a mate and I unloaded again to cover them with my sperm to start another couple of lives. I turn and look over my should and I see shaved about 30 people all men, standing up and watching me leave. However, John assured him there were no hard feeling. “So… buddy, how are we gonna see you this summer if you live so far away?” "This is your fault she wolf had you submitted to the king's will all would have been well. “Do you want to?” I asked, caressing his embracing skinny arm with my bareback thumb, enjoying the feeling of it enclosed around my breasts. I had also been drinking. It was a brave decision to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. Bloody hell, he was inviting them to look at Fucking Kate and me; not that they would have needed an invite; after all, they’re men.